HAYLEY
Axel is dead.
My body is a weightless lump of muscle as my legs carry me all the way home. I can't tell how far I've walked or how I navigated my way out of the cliffs, but every part of me feels drained of life as I stand at the door of my house.
Axel is dead.
Mechanically, I twist the doorknob open and trudge all the way upstairs. But the minute I step into my room, what little strength I have left gives and I collapse to the floor. With my knees pressed to my chest, I wait for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
God, this can't be real.
Despair clogs my throat as tears drizzle down my cheeks, my body shaking with every sob.
Axel was tossed off a cliff to his death, and all I did was watch.
You could have yelled out to warn him. You could have called out fo
